You're weak. A middle schooler who doesn't know any better. Useless. A monster who has killed a friend.

All because of your quirk, so now you're here.

You're a dangerous person because of your quirk. Yet you were still bullied in the worst ways possible, and you never fought back because you know you'd probably go to far. Today wasn't any different.

You walked into your classroom just to have someone's heavy bag thrown at you. "MONSTER!" They yelled.

You know they were right. Recently, you and your friend (who was very well liked,) had a heated argument about how insensitive you were at times — and then before you could think... You killed her... In front of your class.

You're a horrible person.

Your table was covered in carved insults, and your locker had multiple threats written with pure hatred and folded into messy envelopes.

You deserve it.

That's what you thought.

But then, after school... They went too far... Too disturbing to go into detail.

Now you think they deserve everything to go against them.

You walked down the streets and went to a bar, you've heard rumors that villains hid there... They might be willing to help you won't they? Recently you've been thinking that villains actually had a point, even if so many people were brainwashed into thinking the world's black and white.

...

"So you wanna be a villain huh? The name's Shigaraki, sorry brat but you're too young to be here. Scram." The scrawny man with a hand covering his face said. "Unless you have anything to give of course."

"Woah! They're so cute, can I drink their blood?~" The girl with blonde hair tied into buns said "My name is Toga!~"

"Don't even try." The man with dark black hair and stitches said. "But Shiggy's right, unless you have anything to offer, scram."

They're giving you a chance...